After talking to Joshua and Dimore, Nostradamus quickly walked into the hall. After he entered the door, the old mage waved his hand and the door of the hall suddenly closed in a burst of blue light. The patrolling guards wanted to step forward to stop it, but when they saw who was doing this, they scratched their heads and retreated in embarrassment.

"It seems that our Chief Mage has discovered some big news."

An old man with gray hair, wearing a formal attire and a pair of gold-framed glasses, leaning on a silver carved cane, calmly said to a young man who was supporting him by his side: "There will definitely be a meeting tomorrow to discuss, you can prepare in advance."

"Yes, Lord Judge!"

Similar conversations appeared in the crowd that had not yet dispersed in the corridor. Nostradamus's hurrying pace and slightly rude behavior seemed to be a signal, making everyone feel an extraordinary atmosphere. Not only the old man with glasses who was a judge of the Royal Court, but also the diplomatic envoys from other countries also realized that something was wrong. They communicated with their companions and analyzed.

But after all, the meeting was over, and some people seemed to have other plans, so they ignored the accident and left according to the original plan. Some people did not go far because there was no urgent matter later. Most of them were ministers of the empire. These people who were familiar with the old wizards were preparing to wait for Nostradamus to appear again in the reception hall on the other side. They were ready to ask about the situation and get first-hand news.

Thanks to the old mage's actions, everyone's attention was not focused on Joshua. Except for Robzek, no one deliberately paid attention to the warriors and their group of soldiers standing beside him. Of course, there were exceptions. A middle-aged nobleman in gorgeous clothes clearly knew Dimore and Joshua from the several entourages beside him. The nobleman frowned, as if he couldn't understand why the two appeared at the same time.

(Dimore and Count Radcliff are together? Has this guy completely entered the core of the royal family?)

The middle-aged man thought so, but he was tactful and did not talk much. Instead, he left silently. When he left, he also told his followers not to talk too much.

"Cancel Secretary Condia, my mother's friend, a smart man."

The second prince stared at the middle-aged man's back as he left, with a little regret in his tone: "It's a pity that he has no talent and is just an ordinary person, but it is precisely because he is an ordinary person that he can take the position of Minister of Finance."

"No one else seems to know you except this Chancellor of the Exchequer."

Standing at the corner of the corridor, Joshua looked around and asked casually, "As the second prince, why are you so unknown?"

The effect of the Mist Pocket Watch is pretty good. Most of the people here don’t pay attention to him, which makes the warrior very satisfied. Atanis did give him a good thing. Joshua felt that he would have to give him a gift next time.

On the side, Dimore also spoke: "It's normal for them not to know me, I rarely live in the imperial capital."

"I was sent by my father to the mountains of the western border since I was a child and practiced with a secluded sword saint. After the coming-of-age ceremony, I have been fighting back and forth between the Southern Fortress and the Northwest Plain Orc battlefield."

It seems that because of being defeated by Joshua, the second prince's attitude softened a lot, and his tone was not as arrogant as before. He whispered: "Father's meaning is that after the orcs are extinct and the empire is completely stable and stable, we will consider the matter of the heirs. During this period, I don't need to show up, I just need to do my best to strengthen my strength and learn some knowledge of politics, management and interpersonal relationships."

Can children with insufficient talent appear outside to attract the attention of the hidden enemies, and let the descendants with real potential sharpen their minions in secret?

A very simple idea and very useful. Gioshuya naturally knew why Isrell made this decision.

Although the empire is large, it also has many enemies. There have been many assassinations against the royal family. Thousands of guards in the Morley Palace patrolled back and forth to protect possible assassins, but even so, it is not safe. Whether it is curse or other methods, in this world with extraordinary power, there are always various ways to kill a descendant of the royal family who has not yet grown up.

There are only two ways to deal with it. One is to wait for these future successors to become stronger and you can deal with various assassins by yourself. The other is to conceal their identities and send them to the outside world. Although this is dangerous, it is actually safer than in the palace that seems to be a solid wall.

Isrell's method of cultivating Dimore was obviously used in a mixture of two kinds, and the effect was indeed good. Later generations proved this. Dimore was undoubtedly a qualified emperor and his strength was not inferior to his father.

The crowd gradually evacuated, and only the guards and some scattered people were left in the corridor. Joshua didn't feel bored in waiting like this. After confirming that the people around him were almost exposed, he closed his eyes and began to breathe rhythmically.

Seeing this, Ying and Lin walked forward without a doubt and stood in front of the warrior to guard the warrior. They were very numerous and seemed to have done this often. When Dimore saw that the game was thick, he was a little surprised. He did not expect that the other party would start his own breathing exercise in this place.

(I'm exercising all the time. No wonder he is so strong and so young, and he's reached the zeal.)

Dimore was originally so emotional, but while observing Joshua's breathing and the rhythm of the surrounding energy, he couldn't help but frown and felt a little strange.

However, the warrior did not care about other people's observations, but just absorbed the energy around him and slowly strengthened his physical fitness.

The effect of the extreme meaning of power is of no use for direct combat. Its meaning is [every exercise is gained] and [every effort is rewarded].

Although it sounds like nothing, in fact, exercise may not be rewarded, and hard work may not be fruitful. When you get older and your old injuries appear when you are young, exercise may even damage your body. At most, it is to keep your strength unchanged, let alone become stronger.

But Jiyi is the power obtained after exceeding the limit. Joshua's physique has been completely changed now. As long as he exercises, his body will become stronger all the time. Although the amplitude is not large, there will definitely be rewards. Since this is the case, the warrior will naturally not waste every trace of time.

As the breathing method continued, Joshua's breath became more and more gentle, but the wind surrounding him was not like this. Free energy swirled into his body, soaked in his muscles, and then came to the heart along his blood vessels, and then spread throughout his body.

Blood, muscles, bones, and internal organs resonate slightly with breathing, pulsating, and the fighting spirit is like an electric current, constantly stimulating and strengthening every part of the body. In this process, although part of the energy has overflowed, part of it still merged into Joshua's body and became part of his strength.

The most strange thing is the warrior's bones. During the energy overflow, strange black and red patterns appeared on his bones. The patterns were straight and revealed a magnificent majesty. In a vague way, Joshua seemed to have a dull light from the inside to the outside. This pattern spontaneously absorbed the surrounding energy, enriched itself, and made the bones and surrounding internal organ muscles tougher, transforming the body bit by bit.

In the eyes of outsiders, everything was as usual, just a breeze appeared out of thin air in the corridor, rushing towards Joshua. The guards who were patrolling did not notice this slight change in the air. Other outsiders felt something slightly, thinking it was a small wind blowing from the other end of the corridor.

Only Dimore noticed this, but he had no idea why, his face looked strange.

When Joshua finished this short practice, he lowered his head and began to meditate.

"That's not right..."

Dimore said to himself in a low voice, his tone was full of doubt, and in order not to attract other people's attention, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was just muttering to himself: "It shouldn't be like this..."

"Why shouldn't it be?"

Moving his body, his muscles circulating, making a creaking sound like twisting steel bars. Qiao Xiuya turned her head, looked at the second prince with interest, and asked, "You might as well say it."

From the young Dimore, the warrior can see a trace of the shadow of the Iron Blood Emperor in the future. This contrast makes Joshua feel quite fun. Just like in the future, Dimore will never speak in such a suspicious tone. His every word and action is full of confidence and certainty. Even if it is wrong, it seems to be the truth.

“…You shouldn’t have such power.”

After hearing the warrior's words, the second prince seemed to have made up his mind and simply expressed his thoughts: "It's strange, very strange."

"Oh? Why did you say this? What's so strange?"

When Joshua heard Dimore's words, he didn't care. He nodded slightly, let Ying and Lin, who were a little angry, not speak, and signaled the other party to continue: "You don't seem to be someone who starts complaining after losing."

"No, I have no complaints to defeat you. I just felt something was wrong when I saw your breathing method."

He raised his head and Frowns slightly, and a sense of suspicion appeared in his gray-brown eyes: "Jothia van Radcliff, the first time I saw this name was known when my father read the classics about the Guardians family. At that time, you were already focused on being the next generation of Seal Land guardians. I remember that this was probably what happened last year, when you were only a mid-level silver or a high-level silver. In short, you have not yet encountered the golden barrier."

Ying and Lin looked at each other, and the silver-haired girl nodded slightly. She knew clearly that when she met her master, the warrior was only a high-level silver.

"But I jumped to such a level in just one year. It makes you feel strange."

Joshua did not have any feelings for the other party's suspicion. He still said in a calm tone, even with a hint of smile: "Indeed, there is no one in this world who can advance faster than me, but hasn't this reason been found long ago? You should know too."

"The father of the sages and Master Nostradamus told me this. I originally thought so, and I was still sad in my heart. You are just a lucky person who has obtained the inheritance of his ancestors."

Dimore's words were simple and direct. He seemed to know that a soldier would not be angry because of this kind of words, so he frankly expressed his opinion: "But after the previous library discussion, I changed my view that you are not lucky. Your strength comes from self-cultivation and hard work. Every little bit is solid, without any flaws, and I can't even shake it. But because of this, I can be sure that you have not received the inheritance of sages at all."

Hearing this, Joshua raised his eyebrows, while the second prince's inference continued.

"I have met Brandon Caus, another inheritor of sages. His breathing method and power come from the double blades on his waist. There is a breath of divine order between his breathing and actions. This is the inheritance of the true sages."

When he said this, he remained calm, his tone was calm, and he did not shake any tremor, just recounting his own views and discoveries: "And although you have the power of order, that thing is just hanging on you. Even if I can see it, it has not integrated with you at all. Even if you have the inheritance of sages, you have not obtained it."

"sharp."

Nodding slightly, Joshua was really surprised this time. He didn't expect that the second prince's observation could be so detailed that he actually saw a lot of things: "What else did you see?"

"I can see... your talent is not good. Your breathing practice is not fast, but it is just a level of ordinary talent. No matter how hard you practice, if you don't take magic potions, you shouldn't have achieved gold before the age of thirty. Even if you get the power inheritance of the Guardian family, you will not be able to reach the middle level of gold."

Speaking of this, Dimore's doubts broke out completely. There was a huge conflict between his inferences and reality, but he couldn't find the reason: "This is impossible. You have not practiced the inheritance of sages, and your fighting spirit and qualifications have not been improved. These things cannot be changed by hard work, but why can you reach the extreme state of mind? The power is so solid? I was even wondering if you had made a deal with the demon, but I thought of what demon can give such power? This is really weird!"

"Okay, Dimore, there is no need to be excited. You are right. The inheritance of sages did not give me any breathing methods, nor did I improve my qualifications. Even the power of order is probably just because I have the Sky Blue Pearl."

Joshua was not annoyed when he was questioned like this, and even comforted the other party. After Dimore calmed down, he said lightly: "But you are a little wrong, the second prince, you are wrong in fighting spirit, and the power of you and me as warriors."

"What's the essence?" Dimore immediately asked in a low voice.

"Do you still remember the root of Dou Qi in ancient vocabulary?"

Joshua asked back, but instead of waiting for the other party to answer, he said to himself: "Potestasopugna... The power of fighting, life comes from steel, its characteristic is to plunder each other, the essence of life is like this, and the same is power."

"You ask me why I have such a powerful force? It's very simple, just like a person keeps eating and then getting stronger. I just keep fighting and killing the enemy, so I've become stronger."

Hearing this, Dimore's expression began to change. He seemed to not believe it at first, but then he thought of something and became thoughtful.

"In ancient times, there was no fighting spirit or breathing method, and even everyone's exercise method was different."

However, Joshua didn't care about the other party's expression. He just said his words calmly, clearly and seriously. "At that time, the predecessors of the human race relied on hunting monsters and plundering their life power to make themselves stronger... Talent? Inheritance? That kind of thing is just a shortcut to facilitate latecomers to keep up with the former. If you want to obtain the most real and unique power, you have to fight, plunder, and kill the enemy."

Speaking of this, Joshua's figure was instantly covered by shadows in Dimore's eyes. He subconsciously turned his head and the second prince did not dare to look directly at the other party, but every word the warrior said was clearly transmitted into his ears. The tone of these words was undoubtedly conclusive, as if he was narrating the truth of the world.

"The truth is that you can become a strong man without staying at home and practicing."

"But I..."

Dimore seemed to have to argue. He was also a person who had lived in the Northwest battlefield since childhood and had experienced dozens of wars, but the warrior shook his head and interrupted: "It is because you are stronger than others, not as strong as me, just because you didn't kill more."

"……is that so?"

The second prince's aura was completely overwhelmed by Joshua. He immediately closed his mouth and stopped asking. He looked distressed, as if he was thinking about what Joshua said, and muttered to himself: "I haven't fought enough?"

The warrior no longer paid attention to the other party. He looked at the system on his retina, which contained a list, which described his attributes in detail. The warrior skipped the meaningless things and looked at the top value.

【Jothia van Radcliffe】

【Level: lv54·Early Initial Level (Strength)】

lv, level, in the game of previous life, the value of measuring a person's strength. Although it cannot indicate absolute combat power, it is also an important index.

But it also has another statement.

levelloviolene, killing index.

“This is the continent of Mycrov.”

Standing around the corner of the corridor, Joshua raised his head and looked at the ceiling, and he whispered: "A world full of disputes, either killing or being killed."

Only fighting is the truth.

From a long time ago, he understood this truth. In this world of fire and steel, life and power can be plundered from each other. Bathing in the blood of dragons, you can gain the power of dragons, kill demons, and gain fearful magic.

The human sages living in this world have long noticed that the essential battles and the death of the enemy in this world are the source of strength. There is no room for warmth to exist here. Players in their previous lives have actually understood that the so-called monster-killing upgrade is just a simple manifestation of the essence of this world.

Talent is not important, inheritance is not important, and cowards staying at home can never become strong. Only by leaving the house, leaving their hometown, going to explore, explore, and fighting powerful enemies can one sublimate their lives.

This is the warrior.

As a warrior, all he needs to do is to clear out all the enemies blocking him. No matter whether the other party is an evil god, chaos, famine or plague, he will kick the other party into the garbage can of time one by one.
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